Steve's thoughts on his abuse
Your words of hate run thought my veins
On the inside, I hide all the pain
Every night I hope you won't come though the door
Watching for your shadows on the floor
I hear you shouting at Mom
About how you have a hood for a son
Your drunken rages I am to blame
My face is your punch bag once again
I'm the tuff hood the DJ
One day your will pay
You look into my eyes
You can't see inside I died
Keep these secrets inside tell I die
Why because Greasers don't cry